| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXVII. Vain Longing
Lucy | | By William Wordsworth (1770–1850) |
| | | I TRAVELL’D among unknown men, | |
| In lands beyond the sea; | |
| Nor, England! did I know till then | |
| What love I bore to thee. | |
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| ’Tis past, that melancholy dream! | 5 |
| Nor will I quit thy shore | |
| A second time; for still I seem | |
| To love thee more and more. | |
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| Among thy mountains did I feel | |
| The joy of my desire; | 10 |
| And she I cherish’d turn’d her wheel | |
| Beside an English fire. | |
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| Thy mornings show’d, thy nights conceal’d, | |
| The bowers where Lucy play’d; | |
| And thine too is the last green field | 15 |
| That Lucy’s eyes survey’d. | | | | |
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